you’re on the shit list.”
“That’s my favorite kind of list to be on.” Nix smirked. His tongue darted out, playing with his lip ring and I watched it, entranced.
“Why are we on your shit list? You just met us.” Maverick's dark, intense eyes bore into mine, and I shifted uncomfortably.
“I don’t like lip rings.” I shrugged, the intense need to get the hell out of dodge washing over my body. There was something about them that drew me to them, and that was a bad thing.
“He’ll take it out.” He smiled. “If that’s what you want.”
“Sure, sugar. I’ll take it out.” Nix agreed.
“My name isn’t sugar.” I frowned, nodding at Maverick’s arm. “And I don’t like tattoos either.”
Maverick's eyes flickered to the tattoos lining my arm and the one of two birds in flight by my collar, humor flickering in his eyes. “I’ll remove them, then.”
“Hah.” I turned away when a finger slid up my spine.
Maverick stood closer to me, his breath moving over my shoulder, making me shiver. “We’ll pay you six times your normal price.”
“Why me? The guy up the street is competent enough.”
“But he’s not the best mechanic in town,” Maverick said. “We already asked around. We only trust you to fix Nix's baby.”
I scoffed, knowing I’d pegged them perfectly. Rich little demon bastards that didn’t know what hard work was like. I should take them for all their worth.
Maverick's finger trailed over my shoulder and I relaxed, leaning back into his chest. His body was warm and firm, and it felt so comfortable, so right, like my body was made to fit next to his.
I bit my bottom lip, actually considering the idea. I did need the money. I sighed, deciding to make a deal with the devil. “Fine.” I didn’t even turn to look at them. “But you’re paying ten times my normal rate.”
Nix chuckled softly. He’d known all along I would give in. They were still talking to me but I didn’t really listen. I just stared at their reflection in the bay’s windows, watching Maverick's black wings flutter. They were the color of an oil slick, and it was mesmerizing.
Blinking, I swiveled around, realizing they were gone. Their car was already parked inside my garage, next to the Lamborghini, the hood up.
Shit shit shit. They’d pulled some mumbo jumbo on me. I’d let them touch me and now, I was well and truly focked.
3
Nix
Her tongue rolled round and round that damn blue lollipop and for a long time and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Then she turned around, stretching her muscular back to pull down the garage door and showed a glimpse of the curve of her ass.
The sight of it made the blood rush straight from my brain to my dick.
This chick was clearly crazy with a capital C, but fuck, she was sexy as torch.
She was wearing a tutu. Yeah, a tutu, like a goofy ballerina skirt, with a sexy leather biker bra that showed off the perfect curves of her tits. It was hella hard for girls to get a six pack but this girl was sporting it like a rainbow at a Pride parade. Oil was smeared across her perfectly symmetrical face and stomach and I wanted to Lick Every Inch. I also wanted to wrap her long, blue hair around my hand and tug, pulling her to kneel before me, those bright blue eyes staring up at me like I was a motherfucking god.
Everything about her screamed the best night of sex you’d ever have, and then she’d jet first thing the next morning, leaving you with an aching dick and a heart ripped to shreds. It was hard not to stare, and I was a demi-god, for fuck’s sake.
So when Maverick stepped in front of me, taking over the conversation, I could’ve kissed him. My cock was still hard and I needed to adjust it.
Maverick rarely spoke but when he did, he could be very convincing. It was part of his demon powers and I knew as soon as he touched her, he would get his way. It was him who’d insisted that this girl was the one we’d been looking for.
“You’re sure the car will need a whole new engine overhaul, right?”
Maverick glanced back at her shop before we stepped off the curb and into the street. We’d have to walk far enough away that she wouldn’t see us fly back to our hotel. Demons weren’t supposed to reveal themselves in the Bin, where